| She may dress & she may pose
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| She may strut in her fancy clothes
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| But she don’t love you
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| No, she don’t love you
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| No, she don’t love you like I do
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| Can’t you see?
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| Can’t you see that you are blind?
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| Oh, yeah
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| It’s really me, it’s really me; |
| you should be mine
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| & I’m slowly but surely losing my mind
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| She may dress & she may pose
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| She may strut in her fancy clothes
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| But she don’t know how to love you
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| She don’t know how to love you
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| She don’t know how to please you either, baby, like I do
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| You know it’s true
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| You know it’s true
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| You’re just a fool, oh yeah
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| To throw away, to throw away a love that’s true
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| But I’ll carry on
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| & I’ll be around when she’s gone
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| She may dress & she may pose
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| She may strut in all those fancy clothes
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| But she don’t know how to love you
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| No she don’t love you
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| She don’t know how to love you like I do
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| (repeat & fade):
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| Oh you know she may
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| She may dress & she may pose
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| She may strut in her fancy clothes
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| But she don’t love you
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| No she don’t love you
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| She don’t know how to love you like I do |